Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia
Chapter 39
Chapter 38: Caine: The Price of Stealing
CAINE
"No! I didn’t. She—she wouldn’t let me get near her. I swear it, High Alpha."
Fenris growls low in my head, but Jack-Eye’s hand grasps my shoulder, squeezing hard. "Caine," he says. Just my name, but his tone is full of warning.
I killed the last Alpha. Killing his successor is going to bring more trouble and headache. These are all facts I understand, but my brain is screaming, howling for a blood payment to ease my rage.
"That girl is mine," I whisper, forcing my clenched fingers to relax. The moment tension is released, his face slams to the ground again, still victim to my dominance.
Kill him, Fenris says, as if he wasn’t the one to force a promise of pacifism out of me earlier.
I shake my head, fighting to clear the red haze of bloodlust clouding my vision. The struggle is visceral—a war between my baser instincts and whatever shred of civility I’ve managed to maintain since ascending the Lycan’s throne.
It hasn’t been this hard since... A long time ago, in memories I refuse to recall.
My foot comes down on Raphael’s outstretched hand. Not an accident. Not a mistake. A deliberate, calculated expression of my fury.
Tiny bones crunch beneath my heel, bringing me a sliver of satisfaction, though my face remains blank.
Raphael grunts, jaw clenched tight, fighting to maintain dignity through the pain.
I’m not satisfied with this small display. Digging my heel in deeper, I grind against already fractured bones. Something inside me—something darker than even my normal temperament—wants to hear him break completely.
a high, shrill scream, I feel the barest hint
Harper belong to?" My voice drops low, barely above a whisper. The question hangs in the air between us,
groans. "She’s yours, High
slightly at his admission. The submission in his voice calms the savage beast clawing at my chest, at least enough to
gaze sweeps across the clearing, taking in the mass of prostrated wolves. Some have their faces pressed so hard against the dirt I wonder if they’re still breathing. Others tremble visibly. Terror and fury mix in a bitter, pungent
hands off the
is frozen, without so much as a
edge of my consciousness. A detail I’ve missed. I scan the gathering
a beta tonight. It’s a glaring oversight for a succession ceremony. While it isn’t required, it
the possibility his first choice of beta died, but it’s a potential sign of trouble, leaving me uneasy. Especially when I also realize the scent from the girl’s room, the strange wolf who’d challenged Fenris in
Fenris.
the tattoos on my skin burning as he materializes beside me, saturating the immediate vicinity with a faint haze of blue
the girl," I order
supernatural speed. The sight of him—manifested separately from me—sends another wave
tonight?" My voice is calm now, almost conversational. The contrast to my earlier rage probably makes it all the
Jack-Eye says again, with a
him, but they remain silent, probably disapproving. I’m bringing more trouble and work onto my shoulders, but it’s impossible to hold
eyes slide off, and I shake his head until his gaze meets mine again. "Who
he says, his
Lie, lie, LIE.
eye contact. "After what just happened to your hand, you’re still lying
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